“In what language?” His finger is rubbing it now. Oh wow.

“Sanskrit.”

“Mmm… turn onto your stomach.”

I oblige and groan as he kisses my shoulder, over to my spine and starts working his way down, down, down.

“God, your mouth feels good,” I groan and I feel him smile against my sensitive skin.

“And this?” He nibbles between my shoulder blades.

“It’s Greek.”

“What does it say, beautiful?” Oh, God, his hands are just everywhere, my skin is on fire, and he wants me to talk?

“Love deeply.”

“You’re so fucking sexy, Nat.”

“You’re making me feel pretty fucking sexy, Luke.”

He nibbles his way down to my low back.

“No tramp stamp?” I hear his smile.

“Hell, no.” I respond.

He plants open-mouthed, wet kisses my left buttock, then my right, and then I hear his breath catch.

“Christ, baby.”

He nibbles my upper thigh, just under my right buttock and I about come up off the bed.

“Easy. What’s this one?”

I smile. “A tattoo.”

“Oh, you are a smart ass.” He slaps me on the ass, hard, and I gasp.

“Ah!” I look back at him in shock, my eyes wide, and he grins.

“What does it say?” He raises an eyebrow, daring me to make a sassy retort, and I swallow.

Holy fuck, no one’s ever spanked me before. It’s… hot.

“Happiness is a journey,” I whisper.

“In French.”

He groans and kisses it tenderly. I lay back down, flat on the bed and enjoy the nibbles and kisses Luke leaves up and down my legs. He stops and gives the arch of my right foot extra special attention again, making me grin and want to clench my legs closed at the same time.

Suddenly he flips me onto my back and he raises my left foot up, bending my knee, and kisses my ankle, slowly moving up my leg. He is a wonder to watch as he worships my skin.

His eyes narrow when he catches sight of my belly button piercing, but then they darken when he sees my freshly waxed pubis.

“Oh honey, what’s this?”

I start to respond with my witty tattoo retort, but it’s caught in my throat when he bends that sexy blond head over and ever so gently rains tiny kisses over the one word scripted on my pubis.

“It says, ‘Forgive’ in Italian.”

He gives it one last wet kiss then climbs up my torso, kisses the silver heart in my belly, up my sternum, until he’s bracing himself on his elbows on either side of my head and smoothes my hair off my face. His blue eyes shine with need, his mouth open as he pants, and I’ve never felt so wanted, so needed by anyone in my life.

“Do you have any idea how amazing you are?” He rubs his nose against my own and licks the seam of my lips lightly.

My ragged breath catches. “Not half as amazing as you make me feel.”

“Oh, my God, baby, I want you.” I feel his impressive erection against me and I tilt my hips up in invitation.

“Yes.” I nibble his lower lip.

He reaches down between us and gently rests a finger against my clitoris.

I arch up and gasp as I feel it all the way to my toes.

His mouth is hungrily on mine now, kissing me hard and deep, and suddenly I feel that fantastic finger slip lower to the lips of my opening and he growls against my lips.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“I so want you.”

He slips his finger in and out of me, and then he adds another, and I think I’m going to die from the sensations zinging around my body.

I grip his ass in my hands and tilt my pelvis up in invitation. “Now.”

“Hold on.”

What the fuck? Hold on?!

Suddenly he dives over the side of the bed to snag his shorts and pulls a foil packet out of his back pocket. I smile as he tears it open, his eyes locked on mine and he rolls it down his cock.

He leans over me again, poised at my entrance. I run my fingers up his spine to his gorgeous hair and lift my legs up, tilting my pelvis again. He rubs his nose over mine and slowly, oh so damned slowly, eases into me.

“Oh my,” I breathe, as he closes his eyes tightly and leans his forehead against mine.

“Natalie,” he whispers raggedly.

He pushes into me, all the way and stops. When I start to move my hips, his stops me, staring down at me again.

“Just wait.”

I just want to move, I want him to pound in and out of me, to make me explode around him, and he looks so calm.

I squeeze my muscles around him, just once, and that’s it.

“Fuck,” he whispers and he starts to move in and out, gaining momentum. I’m meeting him with my hips and we establish a delicious rhythm. His lips are on mine again, his sliding and tangling with mine, and his hands are cupping my head, tangled in my hair.

I run my nails down his back and he pulls a hand down to my breast, then to my hip, and finally farther down to hook my knee around his arm, opening me wider, and I feel myself start to tighten, as all of the hair on my body stands up on end, and I bury my face in his neck.

“Yes, baby, let go.”

And I do, convulsing around him.

“Oh, Luke!”

Suddenly I feel him stiffen and push into me twice more, and he empties himself into me.

“Natalie!”

***

My breathing is starting to calm and my vision clears, and I am cradling Luke against my chest. I run my fingers through his soft blonde hair, and gaze down at him as he catches his breath.